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Mikayla's POV
"Will you keep your voice down?" I snap as I make sure to get up without waking Mitchie.
"Why?" my manager snaps back. "So you can keep lying to me?"
"What?" I'm confused. Lying about what? I don't know about what. Then I see what she's holding up. My voice turns to anger. "That's private."
"Then don't put it somewhere where someone might find it." God, this woman is pissing me off. I don't even remember her name.
"I didn't put it where someone might find it. It was in my green sweater under the matrass on the bed. You've been snooping through my things, because no one with a normal mind will look under a matrass just for fun." I grab my little book and accidently hit her in the face while doing so.
"You are one little..."
"What's going on?" Mitchie asked, cutting my manager off. Thank god she woke up. I don't want to hear what she thinks of me right now.
"Nothing." She snaps and she grabs me by my arm. "Come with me." She closes the door to the bedroom, takes me to the front of the bus and pushes me in a chair. "Care to explain?"
I look through the book. "What's there to explain? You probobly read it all so you already know what it means. I wrote songs about Mitchie, I wrote poems about Mitchie, I drew drawings of Mitchie and I even wrote on the first page, I'm in love with Mitchie."
Suddenly I feel a hand hitting my cheeck. I quickly cover my cheeck with my own hand as I try to hold in a cry of pain. A single tear drops from my eye. "What if the press finds out? Your carreer will be over!" I look up as she brings her hands to her hair. "This can't be happening. You have got to get over this. You have to tell the press your dating some guy. I don't care who."
"What? No!" I get up from my chair and the anger starts building in my voice again. "I will not say I'm dating a guy when I'm not. I will deffinatly not say I'm dating a guy, because I don't like guys!"
"What?" Someone asks, very, very, very surprised. My head shoots in the direction of the voice.
"Mom." I choke out. "I... I"
"Save it." She says as she grabs her cellphone. I don't even know who she's calling, but I have a pretty good idea. In the meantime, my manager pushes me back in my chair so hard that I think my back is bleeding. "Hello? Am I speaking with the head editor of Tiger Beat?" No way, she's not doing what I think she's doing. "I'm Mikayla's mother and I would like to say something. My daughter is curently dating Nick Jonas. I thought I'd give you a call before rumors start flying around of her dating anyone else." She hangs up without even saying goodbye.
"Mom! You did not just do that!" I yell as tears start to build in my eyes. My mom doesn't even blink.
"I'm sorry, Mikayla." She says. "I did what I have to do. It's for your own sake. If people find out you're gay, your carreer is over."
"Yeah, I heard that before." I look in the direction of my manager.
"She's right." Mom says while nodding. "Your manager is absolutely right. Please tell me your straight, or you will break my heart."
"I will break your heart?" I can't believe it. The tears are streaming down my face in full speed now. "What about me mom? You want me to be someone you want just to make you happy?"
"Why not?" she asks as if nothing's wrong.
"I want to be myself! I don't want to pretend to be someone I'm not!" I yell as I stand up once again. Once again, I feel a hand hitting the same cheeck as before, but a little harder. This time, a yell of pain comes over my lips. The tears have stopped from the surprised amount of pain going through my cheeck.
"Don't talk to me like that. You are not gay, do you hear me?" Oh my gosh, if looks could kill, I would be dead on the floor by now. I've never seen my mother so furious. Just because I like a girl?
"Have it your way, but if they ask I'm dating Nick, I'm not gonna lie." I whisper so soft that she almost can't hear me.
"Fine, I will put things straight." She smiles as she grabs her cellphone again and dials a number.
"Really?" I ask with a lot of hope in my voice.
"Sure, I will call them right now and tell them everything." My mom has her cellphone by her ear and smiles as someone picks up. My face clears up a little. "Hi, I'm Mikayla's mom. You're the editor of popstar, right? I would like to say that my daughter is dating Nick Jonas. I wanted to tell you myself in case of any rumours are going around of her dating anyone else. She will probobly deny it, but you don't have to listen to that, because she's a little bit shy in admitting it. She just loves that boy so much." My face falls with every word she says and she ends the call. "It's for the best, Mick."
"Don't call me Mick." I snap.
"Oh, right. Only Mitchie can call you that." She snaps back. I can't hold it anymore and tears are floating over my cheecks again. I push past my mother to the back of the bus, to the only person that would never judge me because of who I am and to the only person I really feel safe with. Mitchie.
Mitchie's POV
I look up as the door opens. My heart breaks from the moment Mikayla walks in with tears streaming down her face. I'm so in love with this girl and I can't handle it as she cries.
"Mick, what happened?" I ask as she lays down next to me on the bed and rests her head on my lap. I slowly stroke her hair as I know it calms her down. I give her a kiss on her temple. "Talk to me."
"About the part where my manager stabbed me in the back or where my mother turned the knife?" she cries.
I put some hair behind her ear and this is when I notice her cheeck is red. I gently touch it, but she winces. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much anymore, just when you touch it." She sits up straight and looks me in the eye. "I can be honest with you, right?"
"Yeah, ofcourse you can."
"I mean like, brutally honest?"
"Yeah, Mick, what's wrong?" I can officially say I'm scared to death right now. I've never seen her like this.
She looks to her hands and begins playing with the ring around her finger. We both have the same ring. It's a purity ring and it says 'true love waits'. I already know where to find my true love and she's sitting right in front of me. She's still playing with the ring as she starts to talk. "I kind of like girls and not boys."
"Okay." I simply say. Actually I wanted to jump with joy. I mean, who wouldn't when you find out that the girl you're in love with likes girls too?
"That's all you have to say? So, you're okay with this?" Mikayla still doesn't look up to me. "You still let me touch you? You're not disgusted?"
"Ofcourse I will still let you touch me and ofcrouse I'm not disgusted! Why would you think that?"
"Because my mom and my manager had an other reaction."
"Your mom slapped you?" I ask in reference to her cheeck.
"They both did." I open my mouth to speak, but I hear a knock on the door. It's now that I notice that we aren't driving anymore.
"We'll talk in the hotel. Okay?" I ask, hoping she wants to talk about all of this. She quietly nods before I stand up and open the door. Mikayla stands behind me and grabs my hand from the second she sees her mom standing in the doorway.
"The rooms were already booked before our little... conversation." She says, looking Mikayla deadly in the eye. Well, trying to look Mikayla deadly in the eye because Mikayla is just facing the ground. "You will be in a room with Mitchie, right next to mine. If I hear one single word..."
She doesn't finish her sentence. She drops the key of our room on the bed and just leaves. I grab the key.
"I won't let her hurt you again." I reassure Mikayla before pulling her with me to the hotel. We're standing in the elevator with her mom and manager. Mikayla is pushing herself against me so hard that we could be one person. I don't blame her after what happened. I throw my arm around her shoulder and allow her to rest her head on mine. I don't care if we get a funny look from the two people that hurt Mikayla. We quickly walk out of the elevator and into our room.
"Are you okay?" I ask from the moment we were inside, but regret that right away.
"No talking!" her mom yells from the room next door. I softly groan as I pull Mikayla with me back to the elevator.
"Where are we going?" She whispers.
"To the pool. It's night so no one will be there, we can talk without being interrupted." I whisper back.
"I like girls too." I say suddenly as we're walking by the pool.
"Really?" Even with the dim light, I can see she's smiling.
"Yeah, I just didn't have the guts to tell anyone." I sigh as I sit down on one of the chairs. The lights were low and soft music could be heard from inside the hotel.
"Here's what happened." She says. She seems more confident after my little confession.
"Dance with me." I say as I stand up after hearing her explain every word from what had happened on the bus. There was still soft music coming from the hotel.
"What?" She asks confused.
"Dance with me." I repeat as I hold my hand out for her to take. I need to do something to cheer her up. She smiles while taking my hand. I pull her up and rest my other hand on her hip. She places her free hand on my should and we start moving to the music. I don't know what's happening, but our moment is getting more intense with every moment because now she has both arms around my neck and my arms are firmly around her waist. Our heads only inches apart. Before I know it I start leaning in. I notice that Mikayla doesn't make a move to pull away. I smile and I could feel her warm breath on my mouth.
"Oh my god!" someone suddenly yells, making us jump. A 12-year old girl runs up to us. "I'm such a big fan of the both of you!"
"Thank you so much." I smile. I hope she didn't see that we were almost about to kiss.
"Can you sign my shoes please?" She asks hopeful.
"Sure." Mikayla smiles as she takes the pen from the girl and signs her right shoe. She gives the pen to me and I sign her left shoe.
"Thank you so much!" the little girl jumps around my neck, before grabbing Mikayla and running away again.
"Mick?" I ask once the girl disappeared.
"Yeah?" she asks. She doesn't know how to act after what almost happened with us, but I still take a chance and ask a question I've been dying to ask more than a year.
"Will you go out with me?"
"I'd love to." She smiles. I smile too and grab her hand as we walk back to the hotel.
We stop dead in our tracks as we see her manager coming up to us. We were waiting for the elevator as she spotted us.
"Plans have changed." She said coldly. "We won't hit the road tomorrow. We will stay in this hotel until the day of the concert. Then we will hit the road, do the concert and fly home."
We don't say anything as she walks away.
"Perfect." I smile.
"How come?" she asks.
"Now I have time to make an excellent surprise for our date." I wink at her before stepping into the elevator.
"It's deffinatly a date." She repeats as she follows me in the elevator. "So I get a big surprise?"
"You'll see. Just make sure you look good tomorrow night." I smile as we reach our room. We change into our pyjamas and climb together into the single bed. Her mom will probobly notice tomorrow that only one bed has been used but we don't care. We always do this when one of us is feeling down. I lay down and open my arms. She lays down next to me and rests her head on my chest. I stroke her hair again as she drifts off to sleep. I smile while my breathing evens out too.
The next morning we're having breakfast in the restaurant area of the hotel. We were sitting on a table while her mother and her manager were a few tables further. A fan comes up to us again with a magazine from popstar in her hand.
"Is this true?" she asks. I can see that the little girl has tears in her eyes, but I don't understand why.
"News travels fast. My mom only called yesterday to tell them about me and Nick." Mikayla says to me.
"You and Nick?" the litlle girl asks. "This isn't about you and Nick. Look." She hands the magazine to Mikayla. She gulps before passing the magazine to me. What the heck?
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